still feeling quietly stunned by this profile of me, of my loved ones, and of my work by @chloecooperjones for the @nytmag — it’s a little scary to be seen so deeply by such a brilliant writer. especially when you’d rather be the one doing the seeing. this paragraph about the x-axis of my bed and y-axis of my door is freaky. how did she know this? how did she see this? thank you chloé. and thank you @erikmadiganheck for the cool pictures and for hiding my enormous pimple that day. also come see *evanston salt costs climbing* playing through december 18 at @thenewgroupnyc @signatureinnyc — and if you’ve seen the play and felt less alone because of it, or if it’s still haunting you, let the world know. it’s hard to carve out a space for the direct truth of real pain, plainly spoken. sometimes subtlety can fuck off. sometimes you just gotta go right down into the feeling. i think down there is where you meet the angels. which is what everyone surrounding this show has been to me.